Xiang had said that she’d choose the next “cuddly” that Rylie humped. Rylie had not taken her seriously because she had no intention of ever humping another cuddly and, if she did, hadn’t any intention to let Xiang choose which cuddly she humped.
Rylie was a grown woman! She should damn well make her own choices when selecting a stuffed animal to hump!
Should.
Rylie hadn’t conceived on how lecherous and quick-acting Xiang could be or how serious she was about her perversion.
While still recovering from her orgasm and trying to recover from the humiliation of Xiang seeing it and capturing it on video (though Rylie didn’t think she’d ever fully recover from that), Xiang came trotting into the stuffed animal room.
Rylie lamely tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Do not bother hiding your charms, American companion. There is no reason as I have seen them fully as have the cameras. More importantly, I do not want you to cover up and what I want is all important to my companion. As you will fully discover and soon. My desires will be the compass that guides your every action. That is to say, once I have you fully trained in as my companion. We have already started and it goes so well!”
Not for Rylie it didn’t! This sucked!
Rylie gave up her attempt at covering her breasts and pussy. She hoped she gave up in a way that looked self-assured, but she doubted it. Xiang was getting her way again.
Xiang looked like she knew it. She looked excited and self-satisfied. The bitch!
Xiang cocked her head to one side and her smile widened, “American slut, do you recall with your limited intelligence that we will together watch the video of you humping cuddly tonight while we share my bed?”
Inner groan that nearly became an outward one. Xiang was serious? They had to share a bed?
This huge fucking estate with all the extra rooms (Xiang had seven rooms all to herself!) and they were supposed to sleep in the same room and sleep in the same bed? There was no need for that!
It would only be that way because Ziang wanted it that way. Clearly, she did.
“Yeah,” Rylie responded. She hoped Xiang could differentiate that it was an acknowledgment that Xiang had said that, but not that Rylie had accepted sleeping in the same bed with Xiang.
Xiang continued with genuine excitement that broke through her somewhat mean previous demeanor, “The video of your cuddly humping antic is good, yes, but it could be better. The cameras were not near enough to your action. They captured all of it but not in the bright shining detail we would most enjoy watching together in bed.”
Rylie would never enjoy watching herself hump a stuffed animal, not in bed, not on a train, not with green eggs and ham, and especially not with Xiang!
Xiang made a mock pout, “So sad the view not so ideal. Not best for watching.”
Rylie felt a surge of hope. The view wasn’t what Xiang wanted? So maybe Xiang would not insist on watching it with Rylie in the unlikely event Rylie actually did spend the night in the same bed as her?
Home-made porno viewing cancelled! Yes!
“Yeah, well… I guess that’s too bad. Hey, maybe with your next companion.”
Xiang grinned, “You really are so stupid. Such a stupid American. Xiang will easily solve the lack of detail and quality. As also stated previously, I get to choose which cuddly you next hump. We will do so right away, right now. No delay! I will video with my smartphone which is of highest quality video and audio as you hump your next cuddly lover.”
Rylie’s mouth fell open. Xiang could not expect her to—
“I choose the stuffed animal orangutan. Sexy bright orange! His name is Ouyi. That means gentle and happy. He will be as gentle as you wish or as I command you because you will obey me and will do all the work, all the humping. And you will make Ouyi happy in the oldest and surest of ways as well as the most powerful way. By giving him the sexy humping!”
Rylie spoke so loudly it was nearly a yell, “Are you insane!?!”
Xiang frowned hard and narrowed her eyes. She was shorter than Rylie but the look as dangerous as a snake about to strike. She sounded angry.
“American slut, never presume to question my sanity. You are greatly inferior to Xiang and your intelligence is perhaps less than that of the orangutan Ouyi is modeled after.”
“I am not going to hump… him!”
“You have your round American eyes set on a different cuddly?”
“No!”
“Why would you not hump him? It is clearly established and there is video proof that you are humper of the cuddly stuffed animals. This is a fact. You cannot claim it is a thing you do not do. Also, you are an American slut which means you adore the sex and cannot get enough. Also, you are not too discerning. Not so choosy about sexual partners. They do not even need to be alive! Do not feel bad. I like sluts. Most useful. Most amusing. Accept yourself.”
Rylie did not thing Xiang insane. Xiang was asking far too much and was a total arrogant bitch, but she was not insane. She actually made sense in a twisted way. Like the part where she said Rylie had already done it once so Rylie could not claim it wasn’t a thing she did.
Not that Xiang could persuade Rylie to do it. Hell to the no. But Rylie could understand Xiang’s simple yet twisted perspective. Rylie did it once, so Rylie should be willing to do it again.
Yes, well, nope can do!
Xiang also thought Rylie was a slut so she assumed Rylie would be up for another stuffed animal humping orgasm. Yeah, right, like Rylie liked orgasms!
…
Okay, yes, she did like orgasms. Everybody did. It was the ultimate high of physical pleasure. No hot tub or back rub or anything could beat it.
But just because Rylie liked that first orgasm did not mean she’d like another one!
…
Okay, yes, all orgasm were good or even great. Physically. But not when they came with all that collateral damage to her self-esteem! The emotional and potential social harm greatly outweighed the physical high.
Xiang thought, from her twisted (totally incorrect!) view of Rylie that Rylie would be up for another orgasm via humping a stuffed animal. Because Rylie was “not too discerning” about her sexual partners!
Yeah, well, Rylie had some news for her!
Rylie was discerning about her sexual partners! She was! She hadn’t had that many. She did not normally hump stuffed animals. Should she say that? Put that in words?
Hell no! The cameras were still recording!
It was time to let Xiang down. Xiang could take it easy or she could take it hard. Rylie did not care. She was getting pissed!
“No. The answer is no. Save the memory space on your smartphone for some other companion.”
Xiang walked right up to her, too close, and it was all Rylie could do to keep from backing away and keep from covering her breasts and pussy. Never show weakness!
Xiang narrowed her eyes in a look of terrible determination, “You will do it. There is no reason not to and several reasons to do it, most importantly because I want it and I say it will be so. That is all the reason a good companion should need. However, I know you are adjusting to your role. I will help your motivation to be the best, most obedient companion.”
Uh, Rylie did not want any help with that! Could she turn it down?
“I will have a better companion than Fang! We have both started with similar raw materials. Two American sluts, both quite attractive, each stupid enough and money-compromised enough to become companions hired by grandmother. In the end, mine will be the most obedient. No, even better, the most eager to please.”
Rylie would never be eager to please Xiang!
Rylie made a hand-spreading, cancelling gesture, “I’m not doing it.”
“Yes, you will, but lack the intellect to yet understand. Your task as my companion is to satisfy me. I can send you away. But I can do other things as well. I can, for instance, send the video of your sexy actions with the dolphin to my twin and to your red-haired friend. I can ask them if they think you best chose which stuffed animal to hump. I can ask them to make observations on your humping technique. Do you wish for me to do that?”
That was- that was blackmail!
Rylie sputtered, “You better not do that!”
Xiang mock-sputtered back, making it sound like a stutter, “Then-then you better-better humpy hump-hump Ouyi the Orangutan.”
Rylie crossed her arms defensively, not quite able to continue to claim she would not do it. She was unaware that her self-hugging lifted and pushed her breasts outward pleasingly to Xiang’s eyes.
Rylie felt stuck. She could not make Xiang give up her demented demand. She also did not want to do it. Just the thought of it made her face flame with heat. It would be so humiliating!
Part of her, the practical view from high up part, said it would simply be doing again a thing she’d already done. It was not some new line to cross. Physically, she had liked her orgasm. How could she not?
But this was not a situation that called for practicality. It was a moral situation, one that required social self-preservation.
Yes, she’d done it before. She’d just a few minutes ago “done it before.” But she hadn’t known anyone was watching or that there were cameras recording her. That made it not slutty. Okay, no, it was still slutty and super weird.
But that was one thing. Doing the same thing while someone was right there watching and while knowing they were recording her… was super slutty and super weird!
There was a practical reason not to do it. Subtle maybe, but right there. When she was videotaped doing it and she did not know she was recorded, she was a victim. Anyone who saw the video would either know she was a victim or understand maybe she did not know and was a victim of privacy intrusion.
If she did it with Xiang recording it right there in person and maybe within a dozen feet of her, maybe moving the camera view to get better angles, she would not look at all like a victim. She’d look like a willing slut!
Rylie tried to clarify the threat in order to inform her decision, “You’re saying that if I don’t do it again that you’re going to show Fang and Aspen that video?”
“The one of you humping the dolphin to sexy completion? Yes, I well may.”
“And… if I do it….”
“I assure you I will then have no cause to show them the video of you making happy face on dolphin and will not show them that video.”
Yeah, it was all clear now.
Rylie’s body-hugging arms dropped to her sides. A gesture of resignation.
Xiang recognized defeat in Rylie. She read Rylie’s decision correctly. Xiang smiled broadly.
“So….” Rylie gestured at the bright orange four-foot-tall stuffed animal orangutan.
“Place Ouyi on his back. You will mount him and ride him while sitting on his waist. Ouyi does not have a cock but you must pretend he does. In such a position, you will look most appealing. It will look like sexy American white hairless ape girl fucking hairy orange Ouyi the orangutan. Cross species!”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
God dammit!
Rylie scowled and felt absolute fury.
She also felt herself submitting to Xiang’s will, committing herself to giving in to Xiang.
She also felt her body feeling some excitement. Like when she’d gone to Mikey’s place those several nights when he called her after he went out to the bars, and told her to come over. She was too young for the bars then, not yet twenty-one. She was Mikey’s booty call.
It had gotten old quick. Maybe she’d participated in three booty calls with him. She wasn’t a rocket scientist but did not need to be one either. If Mikey met a gal he liked at the bars and could get her to come home with him or he with them, that was what he did. If he struck out, he called Rylie.
Mikey was a handsome smooth talker. Women liked him. He wasn’t overwhelmed by Rylie’s beauty. Fucking asshole!
Xiang was a much bigger asshole, not a smooth talker, fucking mean, and she wasn’t even a man! Or an American! At least Mikey was an American asshole!
Also, Mikey didn’t exactly push the boundaries of propriety. His expectations in bed were run of the mill. Suck it for a minute, lay on your back, let him pump away. Nothing too crazy or even at all crazy.
Xiang, though, was crazy. She had whacky expectations.
Humping a stuffed animal!
Again. Rylie felt suffused with shame. This wasn’t her first stuffed animal ride rodeo. This would be her second one.
She would do it. She had to do it. Pretty much. If Xiang did send that video of Rylie humping the dolphin, Rylie would not hear the end of it from Aspen. That was the best-case scenario. That assumed Aspen did not look at her differently. Aspen was pretty cool, fun hearted, and a live and let live type of person.
Rylie knew Aspen would not disown her. Aspen was no fuddy-duddy. But once she knew about it, she’d always know about it and Rylie would always know she knew.
Aspen sure as fuck would not let Rylie live it down. She would not tell anyone else, of course not, but she would tease Rylie when it was just the two of them. In particular, every time they saw a dolphin on television. Aspen would probably buy Rylie joke gifts of dolphin figurines or even a stuffed animal. Maybe a little one saying it was for Rylie’s purse and for when she got lonely.
Rylie had to hump Ouyi the orangutan or over the coming years Aspen would tease her a hundred times about the dolphin.
Fucking Ouyi. He looked like an asshole also. Such bright orange fur. Ouyi was a fucking attention whore! His face looked lecherous also, with an open mouth and red felt tongue.
Rylie huffed and grabbed Ouyi like she was trying to rough him up. She pushed him hard onto the carpet, on his back. He bounced a little, his loose arms and legs going akimbo, one folding over itself.
She looked at Xiang resentfully. Xiang looked delighted.
Was Xiang a lesbian? Is that why she was making Rylie do this? Or was it a control thing? She probably wanted to brag to her asshole rich Chinese friends, or at least her twin sister, Fang, that she’d gotten the “American slut” to do this.
Rylie felt like she would let everyone down if she sat down on the stuffed animal and humped it.
Doing it would let herself down, obviously. It would confirm in Xiang’s mind that Rylie was a slut of the American variety.
It would also let down Aspen because the damn evil twins would think sluts of a feather stick together and, if Rylie was a slut, Aspen must also be one.
Rylie thought if she did this, she’d also let down all American women, maybe all Americans. This fucking spoiled rich bitch thought she was superior to Americans and, as proof of it in Xiang’s mind, Rylie would be obeying a demand that was almost as extreme as Rylie could imagine in the sexual realm.
But… she had to do it.
Rylie felt that “on my way to go have sex” feeling again. Like she used to get when she drove over to Mikey’s after the bars closed. She hoped she did not confuse it with eagerness. There was no way she was eager to humiliate herself, on video, for a bitchy rich miss.
Her body did still thrum from the previous orgasm. Her clitoris felt swollen and her labia were wet. She felt inundated with those “happy face” chemicals released before, during, and after orgasm. That must be it. That must be why.
She had to do it, but she needed to make sure it only looked good and did not feel good. She must not cum. If she did it without orgasming then it was simply a functional act. It would mean she did what she had to do. If she orgasmed, then it might mean something else. It might mean Xiang was right about her. She was an American and it sure would be slutty to cum while humping a stuffed animal with another person watching. And videotaping!
Yes, she already had once but this was different. The first time she was in private, she thought she was in private, and she had thought she could later put it out of her mind and act like it never happened. Deniability was one of the gifts of privacy. Doing it now did not afford any deniability.
Also… the dolphin had looked sweet and innocent. Ouyi the orangutan looked absolutely lascivious now that she looked into his shiny black eyes. His fake stump teeth looked a little threatening, like he might take a chunk out of her neck as she humped him.
She was being silly. This was stupid. She better just get it over with. The sooner she started, the sooner she would be past this.
Rylie squatted down and sat on Ouyi’s furry crotch.
Her face burned from humiliation.
From the way Xiang leered, Rylie was more and more sure by the second that Xiang was a lesbian. The dominant kind. The worst kind!
Rylie discovered Ouyi’s crotch was quite soft. There was a bounty of fur and it filled many of her gaps and crannies. His bright orange fur looked cheap but felt exquisitely silky.
This was not good news! Rylie did not want it to feel good!
Xiang sounded cocky, “You show promising compliance, American slut. You must always obey your betters in life. Well, just obey me and you will have it covered, as covered as Ouyi’s cock would be right now if he had one.”
“Stop calling me ‘American slut!’ That’s… racist!”
Was it racist? Rylie wasn’t sure but she was sure she hated the term.
Xiang disagreed with her, “It is not racist to call a thing what it is. This is, instead, known as accuracy.”
Fucking bitch!
“Do not just sit there, American slut. You know what to do. Hump! Hump because you are an American slut! Show how slutty you are!”
Rylie saw Xiang had her smartphone out and held up. She was recording.
God damn it!
But the die was cast. She was already nude and crotch to crotch with a stuffed animal. Humping it would make it more compromising but she was already compromised.
She hated all of this. She hated Xiang. She hated the situation. She hated that Xiang made it sound like her humping the stuffed animal would confirm she was a slut.
She hated that she was turned on and she actually wanted to hump.
Damn. Everyone wanted her to hump. Xiang. Her pussy. Even Ouyi with his perma-snarling leer looked like he wanted her to hump. He looked like he expected it and demanded it.
Jesus. Was she better off pretending she did it for him, that she was submitting to a fucking stuffed animal or should she stick with the dominant lesbian she already knew?
Rylie rose up on her knees. For a fraction of a second, Ouyi’s crotch rose up with hers, his fur stuck to her wetness and crevices. So embarrassing!
Then he flopped back to the carpeted floor. Then she sat on his silky furry crotch again.
Oh fuck! Oh no!
That felt good. That felt way too good.
Xiang said, “I see that for you the cowgirl position is the orangutan-girl position!”
Xiang was fucking laughing at her!
How long did she have to hump? How long could she do it without orgasming?
She gritted her teeth. As long as it took!
Xiang called out, “Wait! Wait, American slut!”
A reprieve!
Or not.
“You are so slutty. Ouyi do you this big favor to let you hump him. He gives you pleasure. So rude to use him like a slut. You must warm Ouyi up. He is not like a slut, like you, always hot for it, always ready. Warm him up!”
Rylie felt clueless. She also felt interrupted, like she’d had a special moment with Ouyi when she sat heavily on his furry crotch and it felt so incredibly good. Why wouldn’t Xiang just leave her and Ouyi alone to do their thing?
“How do I warm him up?”
Jesus. This was all on video!
“Dumb American slut. The usual ways. Kiss Ouyi. Start with that and I will tell you other things to do. This is good. You will quickly get used to following my orders. Little ones, big ones, all my orders. The more you obey my orders, the more you obey me, the more obedient you will be. The less you will question. The faster you will obey. Soon you will not even imagine not obeying orders from me.”
Rylie certainly could not imagine not even imagining not obeying!
She should not have to kiss the stupid stuffed animal orangutan. But it did feel like she had to. Xiang had not threatened her with a specific negative action if Rylie didn’t do it but those were constantly hanging over Rylie’s head. It was implied.
Also, she saw it now and understood it suddenly, ever since Xiang spanked her it had felt like Xiang was in charge of her. Rylie could grump and complain and argue and delay, but all along, every time, it felt like a hopeless exercise, like she was going through the motions and deep down she knew it.
Rylie sighed a sigh of frustration and resignation and, just a little bit, arousal.
She leaned down, tilting, and inadvertently her swollen labia rubbed along the silky bunched fur of Ouyi’s waist. Rylie’s eyes popped open from the surge of unwelcome pleasant sensation.
She awkwardly kissed Ouyi’s open cloth-toothy mouth.
“Give the tongue! You must give the tongue!”
Oh God!
Rylie reapplied her mouth and darted her tongue into Ouyi’s dry fabric mouth. She slipped her tongue in and out to make it look good.
She was… entertaining Xiang….
“Yes, the American slut knows at least some French.” Xiang giggled after her observation.
Could it get any more humiliating?
Yes, it could.
“Now rub your slutty tits on Ouyi as you kiss him. And hump him at same time. All three at once. Very romantic.”
This was a lot of things, that was a lot of twisted fucked up shit, but the one thing it wasn’t was romantic.
Rylie did it. She felt like she was on some course of obedience, one she could not get off. She’d started obeying and just had to keep obeying. To obey a little did no good. She had to satisfy Xiang.
But only to a certain point! Nothing lesbian! Rylie drew the line at that. Spank her, humiliate her, make her hump a stuffed animal, make her write bad checks, whatever, but nothing lesbian!
Nothing else lesbian.
Nothing any more lesbian than Xiang spanking her and Xiang getting her to have sex with a stuffed animal to entertain Xiang. What kind of female would find it entertaining for Rylie to hump a stuffed animal? A lesbian!
Thank God, Ouyi was a male stuffed animal. Wait… he was a male, right?
Shit, Rylie couldn’t be sure. Ouyi had no anatomy. He could be either sex or both for all she knew. Probably neither, technically. One way or another, sex with a stuffed animal while a young woman watched with such excitement that she cavorted around, making dance moves as she videotaped, was not so very heterosexual.
Rylie tried to be philosophical as the pleasure and humiliation rose in unholy tandem and as she rubbed her tits on bright orange fur and rubbed her pussy on silky fur, and stuck her tongue into an orifice made of cloth. She guessed this was her walk on the wild side. But instead of walking, she was rubbing and humping, and the wild side was a stuffed toy version of a wild animal.
Rylie wondered wildly if this counted as going Furry. And if it counted as some species (ha-ha) of beastiality.
Most of all, she wondered about herself. She was submitting to this indignity and it felt better by the second. It felt almost unearthly sexy to be like this, doing this. It was all wrong. It felt more pleasurable than the sum of its physical parts. Rubbing her pussy and her tits on fake fur should not feel this good.
Why was her lust spiraling upward like a flake of ash on an updraft from a five-alarm fire?
Rylie realized with alarm, her own “five-alarm,” that she could cum like this. She would cum like this unless something saved her. But what would save her? Certainly not herself.
But then she thought she might get saved and in a very unexpected way, a curse made into a possible blessing. Xiang announced it.
“Ouyi tells me you not hump fast and hard enough and you not stick tongue down his throat far enough. Ouyi tells me you need spanks on your American rear to ensure you sexually respect him and value your servicing of him. He is a new version of a service animal, ha-ha.”
Rylie felt twin surges of strong opinions on this! One was her natural upset, anger, and a little fear over another spanking. The other was a sort of masochistic relief. The spanks would keep her from cumming.
Unless she was some kind of sicko….
Because she felt conflicted and unable to refuse Xiang, and yes, so turned on she did not want to stop humping Ouyi, she remained in place waiting for Xiang to spank her.
Which was not to say she held still. She ground her pussy into Ouyi’s soft fur and rubbed her tits on him like an enthusiastic stripper desperate for extra tip money to pay the rent.
So, Ouyi didn’t think she stuck her tongue deep enough into his mouth orifice? Oh yeah, Ouyi? How was she supposed to stick her tongue down his throat when he fucking did not even have a throat?
Rylie, in subservient defiance, almost buying into a belief or at least a sense that Ouyi was somehow alive and actually had telepathically communicated with Xiang and told her that Rylie’s efforts were not sufficient, stretched her tongue and pushed it hard against the back of Ouyi’s mouth orifice, the tip of her tongue wetly pushing at the back of Ouyi’s cloth tongue flap.
Take that, Ouyi! Take that tongue and suck on it you filthy orange monkey!
But it was Rylie who took it in a different way.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Oh! Xiang was spanking her! She really was! Not that Rylie had doubted that she would.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Her ass was getting the short end of the stick today and the hot hand of a Chinese rich bitch.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Her ass! Her poor ass! It hurt so bad!
But her pussy felt so good. And her hard nipples were riffling back and forth through Ouyi’s thick silky nuclear-orange fur.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Those spanks hurt but at least she wouldn’t—
Oh.
Oh?
Oh-oh…!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Oh no! Oh-oh!!!
Rylie orgasmed. She humped and thrashed so hard that it looked like Ouyi was trying to buck her off. Or trying to penetrate with the cock he did not have as deeply as it could go.
Xiang didn’t let Rylie’s orgasm stop what she was doing. She spanked harder.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Rylie loved all over Ouyi while hating how the spanks made her orgasm extend and increase in power.
